Poetry Friday: Rooftop Fireworks

Enjoy the poem that tied for third prize this year in my annual poetry contest for teens between cultures.

Untitled by Bea, Moldova/USA, Age 19

Imagine the coincidental unisonFrom a distance.We sat on the rooftopWatching fireworks explodeFrom all ends of the cityIt's the most alluring thing to watchFireworksFrom a rooftop.As one firework sprang upAnd died,Another oneMiles away,Would do the same.